I'm on my second drink but I've had a few before

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[ The bar doesn’t have a name. Not officially, anyway; what it has is a big neon sign sculpted into a peacock sweeping over the doors and doormen (he insists on doormen, “bouncers” is so crass) who admit people based on a list of requirements that changes nightly, because it’s amusing to keep people on their toes. Pagan calls it the nest, because peacock, and because despite the neon lights, the thumping music and the permanent fog of smoke in the air it’s his place and that makes it cozy. Yuma calls it “that fucking hole”, but Yuma still can’t be dissuaded from calling him Gang unless they’re literally doing a deal at the time, so he tries not to worry too much about what she says. It hardly matters what she says, anyway. She thinks he hung the moon, and it’s about the only bar she can be in without people assuming she’s a teen prostitute, so Pagan knows no matter how she teases him she likes being there.

What he likes less is the fact that currently, she’s winning. The young woman sitting in Pagan’s lap is very attentive and very pretty and currently shifting against him in a way that he suspects she thinks is subtle, but she’s not even close to as pretty as the woman who is currently stealing sips from Yuma’s glass. He wonders if she’d stop if he told her just how recently Yuma got back from vanishing with a different very pretty young woman and that he’s damn sure she didn’t pause to brush her teeth, but that would probably be cheating. So instead he smiles at Yuma, who cuts him a sly grin, points to the girl in his lap, and mouths her too.

He has to hand it to her, she certainly doesn’t lack ambition. And she did introduce him to those twins the other night, so he’ll take his loss with good grace.

The idea of throwing the bet becomes even more appealing when he looks up for one of the staff and his eyes land on... someone else. It’s a man, a few years older than Pagan, probably, Asian but definitely not Chinese. His thick, dark hair is wavy and he’s got only one of his sleeves rolled up, for some reason, and his dark eyes are scanning the bar like he’s looking for something.

Pagan decides that something is going to be him. He doesn’t even wait to ponder why he wants that when the man is, quite clearly, a man. There’s something magnetic about him, and he needs to know why.

He unwraps a hundred from a roll of bills, presses in into the hand of the girl on his lap and tells her to get herself a bottle of something before standing up and very nearly dumping her on the floor. He’s across the room in a few long strides, and he can hear Yuma noticing and laughing in the background, but fuck it. The mystery man is even more interesting close up, and Pagan crowds up into his personal space. ]

Drink?

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[vaaris]

[ he doesn't get all of it, but he gets some of it. that quick telegraph of uncertainty -- the same thing when he comes stumbling drowsily back from the bedroom and catches pagan staring at the empty side of his bed, the same note in pagan's voice when he mentions some far-off plan for kyrat as if he expects ajay to say he won't be there. and he wants to reassure, the same way he always does, but... it's not true here, is it? whatever this is, it won't last.

so he dips his head instead and presses another one of those warm open-mouthed kisses just underneath pagan's jaw. letting the feeling seep through that way, speaking where words aren't welcome. ]

Did it look like I was rushing?

[ but then pagan's hand is on his dick, more confident this time, and -- oh. touching ajay just the way he likes it, just the way he'd shown him, making the pleasure roll up his spine in a slow wave. his next breath comes out of him as a shuddering thing, slowly rolling his hips forward into pagan's hand. ]

But you're underestimating me. You think I couldn't spend all night making you come?

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[ All night, he says, and it's enough. Why he needs to wring every hour, every minute out of this encounter he couldn't say, but that reassurance that Ajay's willing to let that happen, to join him in it - it's enough. So he moves his hand in time with the slow roll of Ajay's hips, cranes up to kiss him in a way that's half thanks and half just pure desire, and finally relaxes against the bed again. ]

If I say no, will you convince me?

[vaaris]

[ he grins into that kiss, reaching out with one hand to tangle his fingers into the younger man's dark hair. it's still a shock to not see blond, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like it. different, sure, but good. and when he pulls away, he stays close -- presses lazy little kisses to pagan's jaw, his cheek, his throat. ]

Hell yeah. Nothing better than a challenge.

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[ Good. Ajay peppers lazy kisses over his skin and Pagan can't help the way he tips his head back to let him, giving him more space, better access. And now that he's reassured this isn't going to be a one-and-done sort of event he Shifts under Ajay, presses his dick against the taller man's thigh and rolls his hips, because he's hot and Pagan's craving the friction, just a little pressure. ]

Well, then. Since we've got all night - show me everything.

[ Perilously close to a confession, there, but something tells him that being with a man - any man - wouldn't have prepared him for being with Ajay. ]